𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗.

It took two days. A long, horrible, fearful, yet quiet two days for Ringo to finally wake up.

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"He's never gonna wake up! He's never gonna wake up, Paul!"

"George, please relax..."

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He woke up wheezing, his world spinning and his mother wailing. He had to stay on tubes for days. His throat felt so dry and uncomfortable with the tube in.

After three days of this, no visitors were allowed. The only people that came in that room were doctors in thin white masks and light green plastic gloves to give him medicine and shots or put the feeding tube in.

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"What do you mean I can't see my own son?! He needs me!"

"Ma'am, he's so weak that if your germs are close to him, it could be fatal."

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It was a lonely two weeks like that. All he did was read his magazine and wish he could be with his friends. Maybe his bandmates replaced him already. That thought made him cry every night until he fell asleep.

March 2nd was a bit of a happy day. He got put into the normal part of the hospital. He heard babies being born and the gossip of the nurses. It was a nice change.

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"When I can see mum?"

"I can't tell you, but I will say it's soon."

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He slept and longed for outside. Eventually, he could breathe by himself and have half the tubes gone.

When that happened, visitors came back. Ringo was so excited. His friends were bringing presents and even cola!

"Where's the Beatles?" Ringo asked one day when some of his friends came.

"Cynthia had an appointment for her baby and the other two couldn't make it, man."

His heart broke a little.

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"I don't want to see Ringo in this state. I just can't."

"Don't worry, Paul. I know he won't mind."

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Then as soon as he knew it, he was back at home. Hugging all his teddies new and old. His mother was spoiling him, telling him he could skip school and cook his favorite meals.

But Ringo wanted to go to school. He needed something other than staying in a depressing cold room.

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On Monday morning, everyone celebrated and cheered when Ringo walked into his homeroom. He was happy, but felt very weighed.

As he walked through the hall, someone hugged him from behind. He turned around and saw Paul and the others happily standing next to him.

"Ringo! You're back!"

He smiled, but then remembered his feelings. He looked down and rolled his toes, confusing the others.